I Took Her Husband and Son

Chapter 2 What Are You Looking At?

After changing in the shower room, I came out to towel my damp hair.

Philip was leaning against the wall, his attention on his phone.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

The answer came out of his mouth without a second thought. I leaned in to see for myself.

At some point, he'd managed to snap a candid shot of me glancing back over my shoulder in the water.

I gave him a mock glare. "You took a picture of me? Delete it!"

"No." He grinned. "It's gorgeous. I'm making it my wallpaper!"

"No way. Delete it."

I reached for his phone, but he just lifted it higher, holding it over his head. I went up on tiptoe, stretching for it, but I still couldn't reach.

When I stopped and found my balance again, my eyes landed right at his throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. I drew my hand back, then touched it lightly with my fingertip.

Philip went completely rigid.

My finger drifted lower, tracing a slow line down his throat before catching, ever so lightly, at his collarbone. Only then did I pull away.

I turned as though I were still annoyed and said, "Forget it. Keep it!"

Philip stood there for a second, heat rising all over him, before he hurried after me.

I'd teased him into a state of pure misery, but he still spent the whole ride coaxing me, indulging me, and seeing me safely home.

"It's late. You should get going."

"Okay! Then I'll stay and watch you go upstairs."

I nodded and said goodbye with a bright smile. The second I turned around, every trace of emotion vanished from my face, and I walked into the stairwell expressionless.

Philip didn't leave until my back had disappeared. Only then did he turn away, humming under his breath.

In the dark, I leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

In the pulse of the ember, I smiled without a sound, a smile full of ridicule.

The next day, I went to the office, sorted through the work I hadn't finished yesterday, and got ready to pick it back up.

Kenneth walked in wearing his usual cold expression.

"Good morning, Mr. Fuentes!"

I quickly got to my feet to greet him. His gaze settled on me, and he acknowledged me with a slight nod.

Kenneth was the textbook definition of an untouchable CEO, cold, remote, and wholly consumed by work.

Over the years, I'd lost count of how many women had tried to get into his bed. I'd seen far too many of them thrown out in the middle of the night.

It had taken me three full years just to earn his respect for my work.

So I couldn't afford to rush this. I had to wear him down slowly, until he never saw it coming.

That afternoon, Kenneth took me with him to meet a business partner.

"Sorry, we're late."

"No trouble. I just got here myself."

At the dinner table, glasses kept clinking and the drinks kept coming.

Kenneth finished his liquor without a flicker of expression, but I still caught the subtle way he pressed a hand to his stomach.

A thought took shape in my mind, and I found an excuse to step out.

After dinner ended and we saw the client off, I pulled a bottle of warm milk from my bag.

"Mr. Fuentes, you should have some."

Kenneth looked at me in surprise, his eyes resting on my face. After a brief hesitation, he took the bottle from my hand.

"It's warm?"

"Mhm!" I smiled softly. "Your stomach was bothering you earlier, wasn't it? This will help."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but the look in his eyes turned distant for a moment, as though he'd been reminded of someone from long ago.

For once, the severity in his features eased. Then he tipped back the bottle and drank it all.

After drinking, he leaned back in the rear seat with his eyes closed, resting. I studied his face in silence.

Time had barely touched him. If anything, the experience and authority that came with forty had only made him more compelling.

Compared to his father, Philip really was lacking.

"What are you looking at?"

Kenneth opened his eyes without warning, and I jumped.

I gave him a small, embarrassed smile. "You remind me of someone I used to know."

"Mm?"

He answered in a low, drowsy murmur. His voice brushed across my nerves so lightly it left a faint, aching itch behind.

The driver took a sharp turn, and I let myself pitch sideways, as though I'd lost my balance, straight into Kenneth's arms.

"Careful!"

My breasts collided with his chest. I scrambled up in flustered haste, only to let my hand brush deliberately across the bulge beneath his slacks before falling against him again, limp and unsteady.

And with the way I kept rubbing up against him, it was no surprise when I heard that rough, muffled groan.

Kenneth's hand tightened on my waist as I looked up at him.

Something hotter had taken hold in his gaze now. The space between us turned thin enough to vanish, our breaths brushing in the silence.

Neither of us said a word.